Supernatural: a Poor Monk Becomes Stronger when He Crosses a Ghost

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At this moment, there seemed to be a burst of scolding from the back, mixed with the woman's soft sobbing and the cry of the child.

Hurry up to the second floor.

"Bitch woman..."

"Damn, damn, bitch..."

"Baga! Kill you, kill you..."

"Isn't it? Say it... kill you!"

Hong Yi stood at the entrance of the stairs, and a domestic violence was being staged in the living room in front of him.

to be exact.

It must be domestic violence!

Because the man who kept scolding and scolding was covered in blood, his body was also gray and white, and he was obviously the same as Gaya.

The kid next to him was kneeling on the ground, hugging the arm of the woman lying on the wooden floor, and kept shedding blood and tears.

"Amitabha!"

"donor!"

The moment Hongyi made his voice, the man turned his face with a smirk, his eyes full of slaughter and tyranny, and stared at him stubbornly.

Turning around and kicking the woman again, he said viciously:

"Bitch, are you looking for you...you seduce monks?"

"I beat you to death, beat you to death... Haha!"

"Kill you, kill you... how dare you be with this bitch!"

The man turned around abruptly and threw his fist at Hong Yi fiercely.

"Amitabha!"

Hong Yi swept the man out with one hand and went straight up to have a blast.

The man is honest in an instant!

"I beat my wife, you care?" The man looked at the monk with cold eyes in horror, and defended in a low voice.

Hongyi stretched out his hand, and it was another blast!

What's so special, domestic violence is going to jail in China, don't you know!

He turned his head to look at Gaya who fell to the ground!

Was this woman downstairs just now warning the poor monk?

It seems that the rumors are not credible!

Who would have thought that the well-known Jia coconut would be devastated by domestic violence.

"Amitabha, the benefactor... I don't mind the poor monk..." Hong Yi lifted her up and sat on the chair, pointing to the man who was kneeling on the ground and said:

"Use him?"

But Gaya looked blank and did not respond.

"Then, poor monk, when you agreed?"

Hong Yi put down the backpack and slowly began to dig out the props from inside.

The water friends were all excited when they saw the familiar props being put out one by one.

[Although I didn't see the imaginary Jia Ye, but I rushed to this set of props to re-enter the arena, and the 100 rockets of the old man were fixed. 】

[Have you ever thought that Mr. Hongdae is like a jingle cat, you can take out all the weird things in this backpack! 】

[Haha, seeing that little leather whip, I can't do it! 】

[I see through, there is even a fox tail! 】

[Scalp tingling, scalp tingling! 】

[Online Master Gui Guihong, please start your performance! 】

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A group of water friends screamed and asked Hongyi to execute the execution quickly.

"Amitabha, benefactor... Do you know what's wrong?" Hong Yi came to the man and asked solemnly.

The man glanced at the things on the table, gave a jolt, and hurriedly nodded desperately.

"I know... I will never beat my wife again..."

What the hell are these things?

cat ears?